Monday, May 27, 2013

By Victoria Blisse (Guest Blogger)

I was massively excited when my friend
and fellow Northern Bird Lucy Felthouse asked me to co-edit a Coming Together
anthology. I’ve been involved with Coming Together books from their
very inception, in fact one of my stories is the very first story in
the first ever volume. I love the idea and was very excited to be
editing a volume for Alessia Brio.

What was even more exciting was the
charity was going to be Parkinsons UK, both Lucy and I have family
members who are affected with the illness and wanted to do something
to help. Giving our sexy stories and editing help to raise money for
such a good cause fills my heart with pride and I’m sure the same
can be said for Lucy.

Of course, I’m coming around to the
question in the title. Why did we choose to do Coming Together
with Curves? Well, for me it’s a no-brainer. Every story I
write has an element of Rubenesque love in it. I write about big
girls and I love to do that. Lucy and I chose to write about women
with ample curves because we both believe there needs to be more of
them featured in erotica.

One of my own favourite and often
repeated sayings is ‘Variety is the Spice of life’ and I believe
it’s the spice in fiction too. Lucy and I wanted to highlight the
delights of the more amply endowed. To show that ladies with curves
are sexy too. You get a lot of slim, big boobed women in erotica. I’m
not saying there’s anything wrong with that per se, but I think you
need to get a balance of body shapes in there to reflect that
everyone is different.

I absolutely love the stories we’ve
ended up with in the anthology, it is a real celebration of women and
their curves. The ladies within the pages of Coming Together with
Curves are proud of their shape. Yeah, they might have the
occasional hang up but what women doesn’t? These girls are big and
beautiful and infinitely sexy.

Here’s an excerpt from Bella Blake's "Girl Next Door” which illustrates perfectly how sexy the
ladies in Coming Together with Curves really are.

***

The doorbell rang
just as he was curling his hand round himself. Peter jumped and
swore, colour scalding his cheeks as if someone had actually caught
him in the act. He knotted a towel round his waist, and hurried to
the door, silently cursing whoever was on the other side. Until he
opened the door and found Josie standing on the doorstep. She was
wearing the same shorts as the day before but her camisole was white
today. It made Peter think of his fantasies involving her and the
satin nightdress. His throat went dry as if he’d just swallowed
dust.

“Hi,” he said,
awkwardly, holding onto his towel with one hand and praying like holy
hell that she couldn’t see the outline of his rigid cock.

“Morning,” Josie
beamed. She brandished a small basket at him. “I made breakfast
muffins.”

The freshly baked
smell coming from the basket made Peter’s stomach growl. There was
no food in the house yet but he was hesitant about inviting Josie
inside. Watching the sensuous way she devoured cake was one of the
most erotic things he’d ever seen and he wasn’t sure he could
handle a repeat performance.

He should have known
Josie wasn’t the sort of person who waited for an invite. She
pushed past him into the house, trailing the smell of chocolate,
vanilla and blueberries. Her hips and buttocks swayed with every step
she took.

By the time he’d
caught up with her in the kitchen she was already tucking into the
muffins. Peter watched, mesmerised as she crushed a blueberry between
her teeth, a drop of blue juice touching her lower lip. He wanted to
lick it off.

“Which would you
prefer, chocolate or blueberry?” Josie looked at him expectantly.

“You decide.” It
was the best answer his lust-addled brain could come up with.

Josie promptly
handed him a fat chocolate muffin. The cake was still warm, chunks of
chocolate melting on the top. She took another bite of her own
muffin, vanilla crumbs sticking to her lips and Peter swallowed.
Forget self-gratification, he was going to come on the spot if she
carried on with that.

“Um, maybe I
should put some clothes on,” he said.

Something sparked in
Josie’s eyes. “Why?”

Peter gaped at her,
floundering for words. “Because I...”

Josie put the last
bite of her muffin on the table. “You haven’t offered to show me
round yet, Peter.”

“I haven’t
finished unpacking yet.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Right. Okay.”
Peter set down his own muffin. “Well, this is the kitchen –”

“I’m more
interested in the bedroom,” Josie interrupted him again.

Peter’s throat was
so dry now it was like it had been bleached by a desert sun. He had
this crazy idea that if she went into his bedroom, Josie would
somehow be able to sense that he’d lain awake half the night
thinking about her and touching himself.

But Josie wasn’t
waiting for him to lead the way. She was on her feet and moving
through to the bedroom before Peter could even collect his scattered
senses.

The bed loudly
creaked as Josie sat down on it, her large frame causing the mattress
to dip. Peter tried to swallow past the dryness in his throat. Seeing
Josie sitting there, demure in white, with those gorgeously plump
legs dangling over the edge of his bed – it was like his night-time
fantasy come to life. She was staring at him and there was nothing
demure in her eyes. They sparked with bright fire when she looked him
up and down, her gaze slow, demanding.

“Lose the towel.”

“W-what?” Peter
almost collapsed against the doorframe.

“You heard me.”
Josie arched an eyebrow. “You think I haven’t noticed the way
you’ve been looking at me? You want me and I’d like to see how
much. Lose the towel.”

Peter’s hands
trembled as he loosened the knot holding the towel in place, and let
the whole thing sink to the floor. His erection reared up, straining
almost to his belly-button.

Josie’s eyes
widened in appreciation. “Looks like you want me a whole lot,”
she purred.

Coming Together with Curves
Blurb:

Curvy girls and
the men (and women!) that love them is the theme of this charity
anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From Zumba classes
to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are
portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday
surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty
neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from
some of erotica’s best authors.